"Caitlin?" All eyes turned to Caitlin that evening she seemed determined to steal the spotlight from the guests present at the event.
"We don't know for sure if that baby is really Timothee's or not. Why do you all believe this woman is good?" Caitlin began to challenge me.
The officiant sighed. "Besides, if you want to annul their marriage, they are officially husband and wife."
"It's not valid!" Caitlin spoke up again. "Everyone here knows that this woman deceived Lycan into believing that the twin children are his own."
"Caitlin?" All eyes turned to Caitlin that evening she seemed determined to steal the spotlight from the guests present at the event.
"We don't know for sure if that baby is really Timothee's or not. Why do you all believe this woman is good?" Caitlin began to challenge me.
The officiant sighed. "Besides, if you want to annul their marriage, they are officially husband and wife."
"It's not valid!" Caitlin spoke up again. "Everyone here knows that this woman deceived Lycan into believing that the twin children are his own."
The grand avenue buzzed with tension. Caitlin's accusations hung in the air like a storm cloud, threatening to burst forth with revelations.
I glanced at Timothee. He clasped my hands trembled slightly, and I wondered if they were aware of the brewing tempest.
The officiant cleared his throat, attempting to restore order. "Miss Caitlin, we understand your concerns, but legally, their marriage is binding. We cannot undo it based on mere suspicion."
Caitlin's eyes blazed. "Suspicion? It's more than that! Lycan deserves to know the truth. Those twins are not his blood. They're impostors, planted by this woman to secure her position."
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the gathering. Timothee's grip on my hand tightened, and I grinned unabashedly.
"Why are you so eager to accuse Barbara?" Timothee chuckled, shaking his head. His blue eyes held a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Caitlin scoffed, her fiery gaze fixed on me. "Oh, come on! Why are you all so blindly trusting of her? What if that baby isn't really yours, Lycan? Maybe she slept with another Alpha and got pregnant out of wedlock. Look at their hair—it's nothing like yours."
The officiant shifted uncomfortably, caught in the crossfire.
"I don't understand why you always accuse her like that. You haven't brought any evidence that she slept with other men besides me. Besides, what do you know, Caitlin?" Timothee shouted.
Caitlin folded her hands across her chest. "Alpha Taylor Robinson. He's the only one who ever had his way with Barbara. No, it wasn't Barbara who was so obsessed with Taylor."
"No one truly knows the truth of the story except those who lived it themselves." Timothee said. “I'm really surprised, Caitlin. I've closed off all access to you in my life, yet here you still are. It seems there's someone who has found a way."
"I turned to glance at Timothee. 'What does it mean?'
'Someone deliberately leaked our location to her. It could be the Guards or someone very close to us."
Caitlin's eyes narrowed as she listened to Timothee's words.
The grand avenue, dimly lit and heavy with tension, seemed to close in on them. She had always been adept at reading between the lines, and this situation was no different.
"Tim," Caitlin began, her voice low and deliberate, "you underestimate the me of secrets. They're like whispers in the dark—sometimes barely audible, but they have a way of echoing through time."
She leaned against the window, her gaze fixed on the rain-slicked glass. "You think you've shut me out, but secrets have a way of finding cracks, worming their way through."
Timothee shifted uncomfortably. "What are you saying, Caitlin? You just accusing Barbara and my sons without proof.”
She turned to face him, her expression inscrutable. "She’s lying!”
Timothee's brow furrowed. " I'm the one who fucked her not you,”
Caitlin's laughter was brittle. "Oh, we will. But not by asking questions. No, we'll dance on the edge of danger, tease out the truth, and watch as the web unravels." She stepped closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "And when the time comes, Tim, we'll decide whether to cut the thread or let it strangle us."
"I don't understand your thought process," Timothee grumbled.
Caitlin's face flushed suddenly she growled and stormed away from all of us. But out of nowhere, an unexpected attack materialized. I saw numerous werewolves emerge, effortlessly injuring the Guards.
Other members in silver armor stumbled and fled down the grand avenue.
As Caitlin vanished into the shadows, her anger leaving a palpable tension in the air, the werewolves closed in. Their eyes glinted with primal hunger, and their fangs dripped with anticipation. The Guards, once formidable, were now mere playthings in this deadly game.
Timothee's gaze met mine, fear etched across his features. "What do we do?" he whispered.
I scanned the chaos—the wounded Guards, the fleeing silver-armored figures. But my attention was drawn to Caitlin, who reappeared at the edge of the avenue. Her eyes blazed with a mix of fury and determination. She had secrets, and she was about to unleash them.
The werewolves circled, their growls echoing off the stone walls. Caitlin stepped forward, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"You want to know who leaked our location?" Her laughter was chilling. "Well, here's your answer."
And then, with a flick of her wrist, she revealed the traitor—the one who had betrayed us all. The silver armor crumpled, his eyes wide with shock. He ran away from us into the darkness after destroying Grand Avenue. He ran away from us into the darkness after destroying Grand Avenue.
The werewolves descended, and Caitlin's smirk deepened.
But as the first scream echoed, I realized this was just the beginning. Caitlin had more secrets, more cards to play. And in this deadly dance, she held all the aces.
What other truths lay hidden? And who would pay the price for Caitlin's vendetta? Who’s the traitor?